I woke this morning in a different disguise and I was crying, crying. You said it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter at all. I caught the mirror as I opened your letter, I was lying, lying.
Once upon a time not so very long ago. There wasn't such a thing as a rock'n'roll show. You had to sit at home and listen to the radio. Then came a man with a rockin' guitar.